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Cursed to be my Mate Amira's Spies
~ Rhys ~Dropping the cypher on the latest note, Rhys looked at the parchment he had been writing out the letters he decoded and turned into words. With a sigh, he tapped his finger on the desk whilst reading the notes. Many were now outdated and of past notes that would have helped him but not anymore.The last of what he discovered was interesting, though with the conversation one-sided, he couldn’t quite grasp the meaning. But the last few notes he knew to be a trail between the same people due to their cursive writing were beginning to make sense. He sighed upon reading the words and digesting the news. Rhys didn’t have all the details, but it had something to do with the mission in Willowbrook- Amira’s plan. The one he had no idea about. After exposing his ‘amnesia’ to Zayyan, he was sure Amira’s cousin would tell him the rest. But half of the contents were on this paper.Elixora, the apothecary responsible for crafting the Blight's remedy, harboured an operative within its rank
Cursed to be my Mate Regular Occurrence
~ Rhys~The carriage jolted and provided an uncomfortable seating experience. Rhys even felt a little nauseous. He was beginning to realise just how much he didn’t like being poor. He was also overly aware of how much his luxurious lifestyle may have made him a little soft.Sure, he had a temper and was a tyrant, but the simplest of things about Amira’s life had been dampening his mood. Well, dampening it more than it already was. This was not his life! Why did he have to suffer like this?! Rhys sighed, glancing to the skies as though the Moon Goddess might hear his frustrations. Could she help with whatever this was? His gaze then shifted to the wolves stationed on either side of the carriages and the carts loaded with food. Other rogues were mounted on horses, remaining vigilant and watchful.“Keep staring outside like that, and you will feel unwell,” Zayyan advised him. Rhys leaned his head back and sighed. “How much longer?”Zayyan shook his head. “I swear, you're becoming more
Cursed to be my Mate Crimson Hills (1)
~ Rhys ~The group arrived at Crimson Hills, where the scenery was breathtaking, but the village itself presented a stark contrast. The strong wind howled ominously, creating eerie sounds as it rattled the makeshift wooden structures crafted by the residents. These homes were hardly deserving of the name, resembling little more than rickety shacks struggling to withstand the relentless, frigid gusts.Some of these shacks had crumbled to the ground, left unrepaired and untouched. They stood as poignant symbols of the hopelessness and despair that seemed to envelop the arriving group like a dark raincloud. Rhys furrowed his brow, his gaze scanning the desolate surroundings as he picked up one of the two sacks of provisions they had brought. He had already inspected their contents, finding cold broth in tins easily opened with clawed hands alongside bread and cooked meat.Rhys followed Zayyan and Oclan, whose sleeves had a slight claw mark after the kafuffle with the other rogues, the ba
Cursed to be my Mate Crimson Hills (2)
~ Rhys ~Rhys inquired, "What keeps you here instead of being somewhere else?" He observed the child closely, making sure to maintain a composed expression as he suspected the child wouldn't appreciate his pity.“Where would we go? To Howls Lot?” He looked at Rhys pointedly. “Or to Shanties town?” He shook his head. “We’re safer here and not sitting on the streets begging or being beaten up. The others do not venture this far up Crimson Hills. The cursed stories following it make others stay away.”“Cursed stories?” Rhys asked before he could stop himself.The boy nodded. “You know… The witches cursing the hills and any who dare climb them be struck down… blah blah… Have we been struck down? Have we had any issues besides the weather living up here?” The kid shrugged before biting into a loaf of bread.Rhys nodded. “Ah, right.. that curse..”‘Was Amira’s idea to send rumours about a curse. Crimson Hills have since been free of any raids or kidnappings. Any crimes within the Hills is b
Cursed to be my Mate Shanties Town (1)
~ Rhys ~Rhys remained quiet for the entire carriage ride, even as the hills and forests slowly drifted away to the open expanse of the ocean. He had been deep in thought about his rule and the issues regarding the damned elders and his wolf. Without a mate, he couldn’t rule efficiently. He couldn’t help his people. All of his people.Rhys gazed at the sun, which painted the sky in hues of orange and gold, its rays stretching across the calm sea. The breeze felt much milder than the winds of the Crimson Hills, carrying the scent of salt through the air while the clamour of seagulls and the bustling Shanties town harbour grew more pronounced as they approached.“One day, Amira.”Rhys’ head turned to look at Zayyan. He, too, was looking outside the window, deep in thought. “We will help them. It all takes time,” Zayyan added. “They are mostly safe there; that’s what counts for now.”Rhys nodded, shocked that Zayyan was the one to read his mood so well. He looked at his reflection of Am
Cursed to be my Mate Shanties Town (2)
~ Rhys ~Glowering at the man, Rhys yanked his hand away from this flattering peacock. He didn’t like how the man looked at him and wondered how much of his presumption was true. Amira was stunning, but from the warning growl in his mind, Nisha was unhappy with his thoughts. Rhys didn’t know if she was growling because of his ‘harsh’ thoughts about Amira or because he was right and the wolf felt defensive. The man chuckled and slumped down in the wooden chair beside Rhys as other men, men he didn’t recognise, started to gather around them. They sat on tables next to theirs but did not venture closer. Rhys watched them warily and subtly glanced at Zayyan and Oclan. The others in their party were returning, but they stopped in their tracks and moved to other tables.So, the other rogues knew who these men were and whatever relationship they had with Amira. “I didn’t expect you to be in port,” Rhys said after the man continued to watch him. He’d subtly glanced at his men’s attire and r
Cursed to be my Mate Deal with the Pirates
~ Rhys ~Captain Hart’s eyebrows rose as his gaze flicked back to Rhys. His first mate, however, seemed to scan Rhys from head to toe and not from any lust but in suspicion. Rhys sighed, glaring at Amira’s cousin, who widened his eyes at him and gave him a look as though it was his fault.Maybe it was his fault; kneeing this man in the balls might have been a bit excessive. But Rhys couldn't deny the satisfaction he felt from it."You can't be telling the truth," Captain Hart remarked sceptically, though his gradually changing expression hinted at some degree of acceptance.Rhys couldn't help but acknowledge that this captain possessed a keener sense of observation than he had initially presumed. Perhaps there were valid reasons why Amira and Zayyan chose to negotiate with him. Beyond his proficiency in trade, it appeared that the captain possessed a considerable level of intelligence, Rhys begrudgingly admitted.“It is true,” Rhys admitted after Zayyan glared at him to speak up. With
Cursed to be my Mate Dreaming of Goddesses (1)
~ Rhys ~That night, Rhys passed out in the uncomfortable bed for the first time without struggling or tossing and turning restlessly from the lack of luxury and comfort Amira’s lodgings provided. After a quick, horribly cold wash and a hot, tasteless meal in his stomach, Rhys returned to the room and collapsed on the bed, seeking comfort in his dreams. When could he return to his body and the palace?It had been a great experience so far, but acting like the she-wolf was tiresome, and remaining alert and the constant vigilance to avoid mistakes had taken its toll. Now, Rhys succumbed to a state of oblivion, his thoughts dissipating as vibrant colours emerged, his thoughts fading as he recognised he was in a dream.Rhys let out a weary sigh. All he desired was sleep, and if he were to dream, he wished to do so without awareness. He simply longed for his mind to find respite, to escape from dwelling on the predicament he was currently facing.Scanning his surroundings, Rhys realised he
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